Bring Me Back B.a. Paris Novels & Stories

Unknowingly, it was already late spring. Jason took a sip of tea, picked up a book beside him. Seeing it, Madam Blossom let out a cry of amazement. This book turned out to be a book about Babylon Nine Skills, the legendary supreme sword technique, and the secret of Babylon.

"What are you doing?" Shuffling, "What? Me?" Charlie narrows her eyes, a thought pops into her head, "Deedah! Are you having sex?!" This time, her best-friend laughs loudly, "No, *Poo-poo bear*. This fart bag was tickling me before you called. That monster..." She mutters at the end. "Oh? Zeus is back from Egypt? When did he get back?" "Dude just got back yesterday and he's trying to get into my pants," She hears the traces of an eye roll in her tone.

" My eyes flew open to see Sophia standing before me, still alive and breathing. She was wearing an elegant long dress and had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy. Even so, her eyes were unable to hide their contempt. The Sophia from my future was mature, cold, and unapproachable, but this version of her was bright and spirited, still carrying a touch of liveliness. A lump formed in my throat when I laid my eyes on her. The time machine had indeed brought me back to the past, but unfortunately, it seemed to have malfunctioned. Instead of returning to when we first met, I had arrived thirteen years in the past, on the day Sophia and I were about to be married. Tha

"I'm sorry." "It's alright." Rosewood replied still looking at the kids' door before turning his attention back to Vontrap. "You have something else on your mind Vontrap. Say it." Vontrap exhaled before asking. "What do you plan on doing?" Vontrap asked after a few seconds of hesitation. Rosewood smiled meeting Vontrap's eyes. "Bringing her back is the best option." "Have you thought of why you want to bring her back?" "What do you mean?" "Is it because of the falling profits and invests or because you really want her back?"

She turned the volume up, but nobody seemed to have much information other than the basics: No Return, the band that had played in Buenos Aires the weekend before, was en route to Santiago airport with their crew when their bus had been caught in that massive pile up that kept the highway blocked. The air shot showed three large trucks and a dozen cars overturned, shattered, some of them burning. They froze the scene and added a red circle to point at a particular portion of the image. Her knees buckled and she managed to stagger backwards to fall on a chair, letting out a muffled cry.

“Go back to your place.” “No.” She spoke softly but it was a firm decision. Father's eyes scanned her,meticulously. “Gregory,you do know that marriage is a transactional analysis.What is this?” “I'm certain I can bring in more returns in the business than I could do with marriage.You don't have to worry about that.” “And I'm sure you know that is not what this is all about.” “It is what you pointed out.” I state. “You were to go to the East.” “I don't see why that has to change.”

And not one time did he stop to glance behind him. I watch his back disappear from the room. I wanted to at least see his face. To know he regrets betraying me but I'm left alone in the silence of his room, saddled with the memories that chose to bombard me that moment, reminding me how perfect we used to be, how everything is supposed to be perfect. The familiar bed, the sheets, the scents and the walls that probably remember my echoes and moans are mocking me now.

He grabbed her hand and started walking, making her confused. "Where are you taking-----" "To buy you a dress." He turned around and answered her with a wink, making her blush like a fool. ___________ The ride arrived at Rue des Rosiers, in the Le Marais District. It was a narrow street lying in one of Paris’s oldest and most vibrant districts. The street was full of tiny bakeries, falafel stands, vintage shops, and hidden courtyards. There was so much street food; people were lined up for falafel, laughter bouncing off the stone walls.

My teeth sink into my teeth and my back is ramrod straight as I insert the key into the ignition. "Relax," Brandon says with his hand resting on the small of my back, "I believe in you. Relax." I chuckle and nod. That line seems to have become our motto, I love it. I grow shy when he takes out his phone to record me, doing my best to hide my face as I drive out the gigantic gate which slides open as we near it. "Wifey, I need something for Paris."

Three days left. I sat at my vanity, staring at my reflection. Long black hair, perfect makeup, the diamond necklace Clarence gave me… all of it so perfect, so false. My phone buzzed again. Another photo from Seraphina in Paris, this one of her in Clarence’s arms in front of the Eiffel Tower. “He said only the romance of Paris is worthy of me. This is more exciting to him than any of your anniversaries.” I ignored it and contacted my advisor at the vampire bank.